There once was a time my mom thought I had been kidnapped. And no, I wasn't five. I wasn't ten. I wasn't 15. I was 26 years old, and my mom was having a panic attack in Kearney while I was having a drink on my friend's front step.
My story begins on a sunny Saturday afternoon. My friend, Jessica, lived in Parker at the time, and we were meeting up to go shopping and have a drink together. I hopped in my car and ventured off to Parker, which is a suburb about 30 minutes east of Littleton. I arrived in Parker about 30 minutes too early, so I decided to stop at Home Depot to look at paint samples. You see, I was about to move in with Shan and Jeff into their new house, and they had told me I could paint my room any color I wanted.
As I drove to Home Depot, I talked on my cell phone to my friend in Oregon. After hanging up, I dropped my phone in my lap as I parked my car in the Home Depot parking lot. I got out of the car, walked inside and browsed for about 20 minutes through the paint colors. I left the store, got back into my car and drove away to meet up with Jessica. As I was driving I realized that I couldn't quite remember how to get to Jessica's house. I had been there once before, but I knew that my memory wasn't quite good enough to find it, so I reached for my phone in my purse only to discover that I couldn't find my phone.
To make a really long story kind of short, I figured I had left the phone in Home Depot, so I returned to the store. I searched my car, searched the store, asked workers in the store if they had a phone turned in, searched the lot, etc. My phone was nowhere to be found. I hung out in Home Depot for about 20 minutes hoping someone would turn in my phone, and I kept checking with the Customer Service counter. No luck!
By this time, I knew Jessica was waiting for me. I had no way to get a hold of her, so I took my chances on finding her house by pure luck. It took me about 20 minutes to find her place, but I finally took enough wrong turns that I ended up on her street. She had been trying to get a hold of me and was starting to worry that something had happened because I ALWAYS answer my phone.
In the meantime, my mom was trying to get a hold of me, too. She called. No answer. She called again. No answer. She called again. This time, someone answered, but it wasn't me. It was someone who worked at Home Depot. The worker said my phone had been found in the parking lot and turned in to her, but she didn't know who the phone belonged to so she decided to answer it since MOM CELL kept calling.
My mother, being the drama queen that she is, immediately thought, "SHILOH'S BEEN KIDNAPPED." I mean, who honestly thinks that???!!! My mother, I guess.
Her train of thought went something like this: Shiloh never leaves her phone behind. Shiloh always answers her phone. Shiloh has never stepped foot inside a Home Depot. Shiloh doesn't live anywhere near Parker. Shiloh must have been kidnapped. Shiloh, in an effort to notify someone that she's been kidnapped, must have thrown the phone out the window. Shiloh must be terrified and scared. Shiloh needs help!
Meanwhile, Jessica and I are enjoying a drink on her front porch.
Mom begins making phone calls. She calls my sister, who happens to be in Kearney for the weekend. Shannon has no idea where I am, so she calls my brother. Collin has no idea where I am. She calls April, who has no idea where I am. She attempted to call Kari, but she doesn't have Kari's number and Kari doesn't know where I am.
It's official; I've been kidnapped.
Jessica and I are laughing on the front porch as we drink a margarita.
Mom is panicking; I've been kidnapped and I don't even have a phone to call anyone because I threw it out the window in order to notify someone I've been kidnapped.
Jessica and I decide to call Home Depot to see if my phone has been turned in. After being placed on hold for a while, the person tells me the good news that my phone was turned in. Jessica and I finish our drink and then head to Home Depot to get my phone.
Mom is about to call the police. I pick up my phone at Home Depot and see my mom has called several times.
"Hey mom, what's up? I see that you called?"
"Praise God! You're OK? Where are you? Why are you in Parker? Why is your phone at Home Depot? You should never throw your phone out of the window if you get kidnapped! Keep it on you so you can call someone!!!"
"Kidnapped? What? Mom, have you been drinking?"